Congenital 2: Confined
Congenital 2 (contest)
m/f, M/M, M/g
nc, spank
outside contest, https://allthefallen.moe/forum/index.php?threads/story-writing-contest-2023-ii-twins.53060/
False identity
This early in the night, it was unusually quiet in the cell block. Terry pressed a smuggled cellphone against his ear. He was still holding his softening penis, sperm all over him from masturbating while listening to his son being raped. Now, the nasty craving sated, he tried to hear all the sounds his twin children made. God, how he missed them, and hearing their sobbing, he ached to be there to comfort them. They had suffered for his old crime and paid a horrible price to free him. They deserved to have their father back, no matter how bad he felt himself. He had kept his desires at bay all these years, and he would continue doing it.
Suddenly there was a crack on the phone. It was a sound too loud for the phone network to handle, but he recognized it as a gunshot. He gripped the phone hard. Who had it been aimed at? Hearing Judy´s voice was a relief.
“Grandpa! Look out, Jonah´s right next to him.”
Terry did not even wonder what had happened. He just prayed to hear his son speak.
“Did you need to wait so long?”
“Oh, shut up, kid. I know you liked it. Everyone in your goddamn family enjoys that depravity.”
Relieved to hear both children speak, Terry started to analyze the events. He recognized the voice, it was Mr. Holden, whom he had lately just referred to as “grandpa”. Still full of hatred, he had finally got his revenge on one of them. No jury would convict him for shooting Tim, violent intruder in his house. But it was not the law he had to fear now. Terry hoped to get out in time to get the kids out of harms way.
“Go wash yourself, you smell of sodomy.”
“But grandpa, we need the proof to the police.”
“There will be no police here. You wash, I´ll get rid of the corpse.”
“But dad…”
“Let him rot in there. I don´t know which of them did what, but they´re all scum… what´s that in his ear? Is there a phone…”
The line went silent, then after a while the call was disconnected. Inhabitants of the cell block got to hear what some of them had been waiting for: a wail of despair.
Twelve years ago, Mr. Holden had said the same thing about depravity, when he had learned that Tim and his daughter Johanna were dating. Terry was there too when the older man from higher social status lectured them in public. Tim seemed to be ashamed, Terry got angry. Worse still, seemed that everyone around them sided with the old fart. How was it his matter, who Johanna decided to see? She was 13 years old, and they 16, but still.
Brother with a girlfriend had driven Terry to desperation. All the other boys he knew emanated manly confidence, he seemed to be the last looser not made it with a girl. Tim noticed his suffering and gave him detailed accounts of all the hot action every time he had been out with Johanna.
After the encounter with Mr. Holden Timmy was not able to meet Johanna. The boys spent more time with their father, helping with family business, not bothering to attend school.
Terry happened to loiter around schoolhouse when Johanna emerged. Walking by, she whispered that her parents would be away tonight. Obviously she had mistaken him for Timmy. He had dressed a little more Tim-like today, worn leather jacket and boots, and wondered if he maybe had hoped for something like this. Timmy was to go help daddy tonight, so he would not be able to contact her. Terry thought he was toying with the idea of going as his brother to meet his girlfriend, but in reality, he had already made up his mind.
Still he hesitated. It was already dark when he approached the Holden house. Johanna had been watching, and opened the door when he was just about to knock.
“They seemed suspicious, you can´t stay long!”
She kissed him. Terry thought he was busted already and decided to enjoy this while it lasted. Remembering Timmy´s stories, he pushed his tongue deep into her mouth and hugged her hard. It was his first real kiss, and of course he would be different from his experienced brother. He kept the role of over-eager lover, lowering his hand to feel the girl´s butt. She moved back looking a little surprised.
“Oh yeah, big boy.”
She turned to run upstairs, Terry followed her a little more hesitantly. He wondered how far he could take this, and if he maybe should call it off now. His eyes were glued to the rear end he just got to touch, and as she started to pull off her shirt, he knew he just could not turn away now.
She made her way into her room, him close in tow. He had never been to a girl´s room before and would have liked to look around, but he could not give her time to take a good look at him. She had her shirt completely off and turned her back for him to open her bra. Uncertain how it was done, he pulled his own shirt over his head and bumped lightly into her. Her warm skin against his made him all hot. She laughed at him and when he got rid of the shirt, he got to see her bare upper body.
Until now, tits had only existed in porn for him. Seeing a pair in the flesh made him feel he had stepped into another universe. Such a simple form, two hemispheres protruding straight out of her chest with pink pointy nipples, had massive effect on him. His mouth filled with saliva, and he moved to her like drawn by a magnet. He did not recall taking any steps, suddenly he just was there and had his hands on those fleshy mounds.
Distantly he felt her working his belt, then she dropped down from his hands, pulling his pants to his ankles and licked his penis. First he just felt something against his ball sack, but by the time her tongue reached the tip, he was squirming with pleasure. His cock stood hard against his belly and precum dripped down into her mouth. He expected her to take it between her lips, lately Timmy´s tales had been full of oral sex. Instead, she stood up, removing her pants in the process, and fell down to her bed all naked and spread her legs.
Terry stopped to look at the treasure he had yearned for as long as he could remember. Some hair on top of it, plump lips a little parted, glistening pink inside. He could even see her butt hole, as she offered her most private parts to him. He had no right to be here, and there would be trouble afterwards, but this was well worth everything. There was no chance he would ever regret doing this.
He moved forward, kicking trousers from his feet on the way and almost tripped on his boots in front of her. He had heard that most guys were too rough when they got to touch their first pussy. He covered it gently with his hand and felt the softness of the hair and the slippery wetness inside. Timmy had gone on about how good it tasted, but he knew that he could not keep up pretending to be him if he tried to lick her. He just did not know how to do it. So instead, he took hold of the base of his cock, pointed it at her opening and lowered himself on top of her. He heard her take a sharp breath as his penis was surrounded with tight, hot muscle. It went in, spreading the way open as it advanced and the sliding, squeezing sensation filled him with ecstasy. He looked down at their groins coming together, and when his throbbing meat was all the way in, he closed his eyes and tried to postpone his climax. Realizing that he was past the point of no return, he started humping in and out of her, and his pleasure grew impossibly bigger every second. He could feel her nails on his chest and heard her scream. Relieved that she got pleasure even from this embarrassingly brief intercourse, he let out a yell himself as he lost control of his movements and involuntarily spasming shot his seed into her pussy.
It felt like the ground moved to another position from the power of his cock spraying a jet of sperm inside her. He opened his eyes. Right in front of him, almost too close to focus his eyes, was her face, all wet from tears, mouth twisted from hate and anguish. He did not understand anything, but it was clear that something was terribly wrong. To his horror, he felt his cock shoot another load of cum into her. He stumbled to get his dick out, realized he should not lay his hands on her body anymore and looked for support from the bed, falling lower on top of her. His cheek pressed against her chest as he managed to pull out of her pussy and shot his final load on her belly. He clambered away and finally deciphered words among her crying.
“You big shit, I told you I wasn´t ready to go all the way.”
He saw that there was blood on his dick. It had softened in record time. He would have to make this good, and he knew that there was no way to do it. He approached her, but she kicked and screamed at him to get lost. He looked for his underwear, found it inside his pants and put them on. Then he collected what clothes he found and ran away, trying incoherently to apologize.
Timmy and dad came home all excited about the night´s mischief. Judging by the faint smell of petrol, some well insured house had met with an accident. Or somebody wished right now to have taken the protection offered to them. Terry could not bring himself to talk to Timmy in this agitated state.
The next day it was even more difficult to get the words out. And after that it felt impossible. Terry knew that there was trouble looming over his head, but against his own better judgement he just acted like nothing had happened. Timmy was baffled that Johanna did not respond to his attempts to contact her. Time went by. Terry knew it was wrong, but he was relieved.
Then Mr. Holden came for a visit. It was Friday night, so dad and mom were already a little drunk. The boys heard the commotion and came to see Mr. Holden shaking with anger. Not able to tell them apart, his stare altered between the boys.
“You filthy brat got my Johanna pregnant. How are you going to take responsibility for that?”
Mom shot a mean look at the man.
“Who knows where that little whore of yours has spread her legs?”
Timmy grimaced and stepped forwards.
“I apologize, Mr. Holden. Me and Johanna are in love…”
“You won´t get to meet her again, pervert. In time she will find a proper man, but until then you will support her.”
Dad rose from the table and neared Mr. Holden.
“Well of course Timmy will be happy to support the brat. Just provide a proof it is his. Dna test to make sure the father is not, let´s see…You.”
He stood menacingly right in front of the terrified man, pointing a finger and exhaling alcohol fumes at his face. He grabbed his shoulders and turned him around, when his wife added:
“Or try to dna proof it wasn´t Terry here.”
Mommy seemed so pleased with her joke, she did not notice Terry´s face turn white. He fought the urge to run away and forced himself to stand motionless and breathe normally. It seemed something inside Timmy broke as they heard Mr. Holden being kicked out. Their father came back and addressed him.
“You need to be careful with them hoes. They´ll trap you for life if you knock them up.”
Cell doors were unlocked by an ancient, loud mechanism. Terry had not really slept, but he knew what he had to do. There was no release coming, so he had to acquire means to help his children from where he was.
He hid the cell phone inside his underwear, that was called crotching here, and made his way to Leroy´s cage. The man kept decidedly motionless, but he was clearly on his guard. Terry let him see the device and pushed it under his pillow.
“Thanks for the loan, man… It was quite educational. Could be useful for you to know that mi hermano is gone and won´t be back any time soon.”
“It could be good to know. But why do you want to tell me this? You want me to visit you today?”
“I wouldn´t recommend trying that. My rank here needs to change.”
“That will not be easy for a CSC like you. You do realize someone has to pay for it?”
“Sure. And it can´t be someone with friends, like you.”
“As a counter gift to your bit of intel, it might interest you that young Fisher has been a little too friendly with the screws lately. There has been speculation if he should be classified into the rodent order.”
Ranking up
If the grapes said Fisher was a rat, surely he knew of it too. He was probably looking for a way to prove himself worthy, and like Leroy had said, it could only happen at the expense of someone else. With his sissy reputation, Terry just needed to make himself available – and then come out of the buck on top.
Fisher was no fresh fish, he knew how to handle himself inside better than Terry did. And he was younger and more fit. Terry needed a weapon. It had been days since Timmy got shot. There was no time to make a can-lid, and he had nothing of value to buy a shank with. Some variation of a Lock-in-a-sock was his only option. The trouble was, screws knew of it, and padlocks had been replaced with fixed locks.
Terry made his way to the pit during rec time, but soon discovered that the disk weights were guarded. Looking for loose rocks in the yard, he came across some O.G:s playing petanque. One of them shot a ball, and while measuring the results, kicked one to Terry´s feet. He crouched to look at the game and picked up the metal ball. Now he had his weapon, if maybe not the easiest one to hide.
He had a vague idea of where Fisher was housed. He had no business going to that tier, but assumed it was not actually forbidden. Not wanting to start anything in chow-hall or such, he did not want to end up in the hole, he thought he could maybe lure the man to his own cage. Walking slowly past unknown cells, he felt hostility in the stares of everyone he met. He pressed the sock containing the ball in his armpit, trying to swing his arm a little. If someone started scrappin´, well, that´s what he was here for.
His way was blocked by someone coming out of a cell. Terry recognized Fisher holding the door open. If he went inside, he would need to do real damage so the man could not talk it down, and there was a risk of killing him. He needed some publicity.
“Come inside, Cooper. I feel like pounding some cho-mo.”
“Fisher, right? Not had a chance to suck a c/o cock today?”
Terry could read Fischer´s starting move. It would be a punch to the gut. If the man was holding a shank, it would be settled before it had even begun. But they had met so fast, there was no way he could have picked one up. Terry tensed his diaphragm muscles and let the ball fall down his sleeve. When the younger man landed his predictable punch, he was able to dodge a little and move down. Now he had the sock in his hand, heavy ball hanging inside, and his opponent had not seen it. He decided to aim his swing to the knee. When the ball was in motion, Fisher aimed a kick to his face. He moved away from it and, having lost his target, continued the swing to Fisher´s groin. It was a good hit, and it could have finished the buck, but the man was still standing. Must be the adrenaline. Terry stepped away from his reach and swung the lock-in-a-sock at his hip. He knew he broke something this time as the man fell on his ass. The weapon was a little too effective with the leverage of the sock, so he just held the ball in his hand and smashed Fisher´s nose with it.
Terry looked around. He had an audience, but no one was about to interfere. No screws around either. He grabbed Fisher by his collar and dragged him to the nearby cell. Blood flowing from his nose, the man tried to move his feet, but could not get one of them to work. Terry dropped him bent over his bunk.
The apartment looked like it had been inhabited for a while and made as homy as possible. There were pictures from freakbooks on the walls, mugs on the table and even a little bookshelf. On the shelf he noticed a stinger, stripped electrical cord used to heat coffee. Unlike Terry, Fisher had a cellmate. The man looked scared and made sure not to make any sudden moves. Terry pointed at the door.
“Raise a sheet on your way out.”
The man put a towel over the window of the cell door and hurried out. Terry contemplated his next move. Fisher was helpless, crouched over his bunk and bleeding on the sheets. He was expected to make him his fuckboy. The thing was, he did not find the man at all arousing. If he could not get it up, Fisher would interpret it as weakness. And he would talk about it.
Terry grabbed Fisher´s pants and pulled them down. His constant moaning turned into a yelp of pain when there was pressure on his broken hip.
So here it was, bare ass of a grown man. A little hairy, far from clean, not very exciting. If he could only concentrate on the buttocks like Leroy did, and pretend it was someone else. But the whining and the nasty bruise left no room for fantasy. He sat on the bunk next to Fisher and took him by his neck.
“You have been a naughty boy with the cops. Go get that stinger for me.”
Fisher rose slowly to his feet and limped to the bookshelf, shuffling the pants around his ankles. It was a good thing the cage was small, or he would not have made it. Grabbing the wire, he looked at Terry scared. Terry patted his own knees.
“Bend over here, boy.”
Fisher made his slow, painful way back and collapsed on Terry´s knees. Terry took the stinger and swung it across his buttocks. There was a cry of pain and a narrow red mark appeared on the skin. This was not optimal distance to use the whip, but it seemed he got enough power to his swings. He started whipping at a steady pace, and as the butt cheeks got redder, skin got broken at places and the younger man squirmed on his lap, he found out that he was getting aroused over this after all. Looking at the damage he was inflicting and feeling his cock twitch at every hit, he decided he could not hold on anymore. He rose abruptly up, letting Fisher fall to the floor. He rubbed the bloodied butt and pressed his thumb inside the tight hole. It went in surprisingly easy, blood was a working lubricant. He moved around and kneeled before the bloodied face.
“Open up and say Aah.”
“Hot water!”
A cry from down the corridor made him stop. He rose up and exited the cell just in time to walk innocently past a guard. Back in his cell he masturbated quickly, not imagining any minors for a change.
The old man he had got the petanque ball from, met him in the corner of the yard. No one else came near, they could speak in private.
“I hear you put my game ball to good use.”
“Thanks for the loan. I´ll tell the boy to bring it back as soon as he´s back from the hag.”
“No problem. What´s your plan now?”
“Not much to do here. Waiting for permission to use the pay phone.”
“Why not use mine?”
The man slipped a phone to his hand. Terry looked around. No one seemed to pay attention to them.
“Here?”
He was given an ear bud. He pretended to scratch his ear and slipped it on. Then he dialed Judy´s number. He got a message saying that the number could not be reached. Same thing with Jonah. Concerned, he tried to remember Holden´s number, but couldn´t. Knowing that he was listened by the old man, maybe recorded, he called Dr. Adams.
“Terry Cooper here. I´m a little worried about the twins. Maybe you could contact Judy?”
“It has been tough on her, but your concern comes a little late.”
“The thing is, her phone does not connect. I need you to relay a message.”
“She has an appointment coming. Give me the message and I´ll decide if I tell it to her.”
“They are living with Mr. Holden. He has gotten some unwanted attention here. The kids should try to get out of there.”
“Is this something the police should know?”
“That´s up to you. All I care about is the children.”
Terry handed back the phone and the bud. The old man seemed sympathetic.
“Maybe I could be of some help?”
“I appreciate the offer. I need some discreet way to protect the children.”
“They are the most important. We will work something out.”
“And of course, If I can help you with something…”
He was waved away. He knew they would drag him deeper into their pocket. But that did not matter, he needed all the influence he could have in the freeworld.
Terry spent the following days scheming like crazy. Fisher got back to general population and was instantly made into a runner for the old man´s crew. Terry let generously the boy be used whenever someone felt like it. Leroy in particular seemed to appreciate his slender form.
Terry´s lawyer wanted to meet. Turned out there was some new evidence. If he pulled back his confession, he would be set free to wait for a retrial. After two days of processing, he walked out.
On the trail
Terry made his way straight to Holdens´ house. It was all dark and quiet and no one answered the buzzer. He contemplated breaking in but deemed it unwise after what he had heard happen. They were armed and presumably a little jumpy.
It was still morning, but the children were probably already at school. With his reputation, he could not go there. He decided to wait here for them to return, or someone to come out of the house. He could go get his car from the storage, but there was a better option.
The Chens were out of house too. Terry stood for a while at the door, pondering. He did not know what Mrs. Chen did for living, but it seemed to be a job-type job. But Charles worked evenings and nights. There was a chance he would return soon. Terry buzzed again and decided to come back soon. He had just turned to go when the door opened. It was their daughter Amy.
“Oh hello Amy. Is your father home?”
“No, Mr. Cooper. But he´ll be back soon. Please come in.”
Terry was shown to a living room. Amy asked if he wanted coffee or something, then just moved around restlessly.
“No school today?”
“I felt a little sick in the morning, but now I´m okay… listen, I´m sorry for the trouble with Jonah. It was just that I did not know what they were doing, and I got scared.”
“I don´t think the boys themselves knew what they were doing. But you should not apologize anything. They were clearly out of line, touching you without your permission. You all have been told at sex ed.”
“I never went to that class.”
“Well, that´s your parents´ choice.”
“Yeah, and that sucks! Like we were Amish or something. And the others tease me for not knowing anything.”
The girl´s outburst surprised Terry. Did she not know she was talking to a known sex offender? Silence started to drag on and Amy seemed embarrassed. He felt he had to say something.
“Have you talked to your parents? And there is lot of stuff online, just don´t take adult pictures too seriously. You know they just act for the camera, it´s not like you should mimic them… Anyway I expect Jonah has told you he´s sorry.”
“I have not seen Jonah at school lately.”
They heard a door open. Charles Chen came home and acknowledged Terry with a little nod.
“So they let you out.”
“Yes. Something about new evidence. I need you to drive me to Holden´s house. Can´t be seen hanging around there.”
The man looked at him for a while, then picked up the car keys and left. Terry followed.
They sat in silence, parked outside the Holden house. The car was a little colorful for a stake out, but no one would connect it to Terry. He knew that Chen had some info for him. The man played a part in the local outfit, and Timmy had been free to act here. He just did not know, how to make him talk. He could not pressure him as a cop anymore.
“Did my brother contact you when he came to town?”
“Nah, I´m on a much lower level. So you are Terry after all. What are you planning?”
“Get the kids or talk to Holden. Whichever shows up first.”
Knowing that Tim was dead, it had not occurred to Terry that he could still be mixed up with his brother. This might be useful, too bad he had given himself away to Chen.
School day should have been over, but no sign of the twins. Terry wondered, what this could be about. Amy had not seen them for a while. Maybe Holden had realized the danger and left town. He was pondering breaking in before traffic picked up in the afternoon, when there was movement at the door.
Mr. Holden stuck his head out and looked around. Why, Terry did not know because he did not notice the car and two men parked right in front of the house. Terry kept his upper body immobile, but his hand had already grabbed the door lever. Holden closed the door and stuck a key to security lock. As soon as he turned around, Terry was out and running towards him. He heard Chen leaving the car behind him. Holden heard steps approaching and started to turn around, but it was too late. Terry collided with him, they hit the door together, then the keys were taken from him and he was escorted back inside.
They stood silent for a while in the dim hallway. All the curtains were drawn, and extra covers had been attached to some of the windows. There was duct tape and zip ties on a table. Terry pocketed some.
A strange sound of clicking and shuffling approached slowly. It was Mrs. Holden on crutches, coming to see what the ruckus was about. She had a black eye and old bruises on her jaw. Terry wondered briefly, what had happened here, but decided to concentrate on what´s important.
“Where are the twins?”
“Damned if I know. I did not ask for them in the first place.”
Terry turned to look him in the eyes. Holden was scared but stared back angrily.
“We are talking about children here. I ask again. Where are they?”
“I don´t know. One day they did not return from school. There has been all this trouble after I shot that no-good brother of yours, I don´t give a shit about no Cooper no more.”
“Well he had friends that care. When did you last see them?”
“It was about a week ago. Now get the hell out of here. I got that untraceable pistol when Johanna died. There´s a round waiting for you too.”
At the car, Terry stopped before Chen got in. He made it look like he was about to move along by himself.
“I know who I need to talk to. Who´s your chief?”
“You know I can´t tell you that.”
Terry did not waste time negotiating. He hit the man in the kidneys and as he dropped on the car, he quickly zip tied his hands and threw him to the back seat. He sat casually to the driver´s seat and took off.
He had to make Chen talk. To break the man like the boy in prison, he needed some privacy. His own house was rented out, and Chen´s family was probably home by now. But the man had a garage, and his job required large quantities of contraband. They would not be disturbed there.
He parked in front of the garage and went to open it. The key that was together with car key did not fit, and there was nothing in Chen´s pockets. Why the hell did he not have it on him? He tried the front door and the key fit.
Inside he checked the hall. No keys there. He continued to the kitchen. Amy sat there, looking at her phone. She turned to look, got all red in the face and put the phone quickly away. Shit.
“Hi again. Just brought the car back. Do you know where the garage key is?”
“No. Daddy says we are not allowed to go there.”
Terry tried to calm down. He looked around. No obvious hiding places. He had tied Chen´s hands pretty tight behind his back, but eventually he would get out and cause trouble. Terry returned to the car.
“You wanna tell me the name? Ok. Where do you keep the key to the garage?”
Chen just glared at him. He got out and opened the back door, setting the child lock on. Then he did the same thing on the other side, adding a zip tie around Chen´s ankles and the foot of the front seat. Finally, he set the alarm on the car. It would be harder for Chen to get out, and if he did, Terry would hear it. Now, the key.
Back inside the house Terry sat in the living room to think. He had searched numerous houses, but he could not toss the place with Amy around. She wandered to the room and stood in front of him.
“Yeah. I looked at sex stuff online.”
There was nothing Terry could say to that.
“It´s kinda scary. And they look all different, I couldn´t understand it. They are so big and…weird down there.”
“That´s porn for you. But in a way they do have actual sex. Those private parts change with arousal. Boys and girls have the same organs you see there.”
Amy looked thoughtful. Terry went back to thinking about the key. He would keep it near the front door. Well, he would take it with himself when he went out, but he thought even Chen did not want to walk far to get it.
“Can you show me?”
Terry´s mind was contemplating the entrance. Maybe a nail on the door frame? He nodded. If he showed the girl where the clitoris was on her phone screen, maybe she would retreat to her room to explore.
Amy did not pick up her phone. She took off her pants. Terry felt like he was hit in the head with a brick. He watched completely paralyzed as the long thin legs were exposed. She had white panties, nice and tight, showing the contours underneath. Amy had lovely buttocks and her pubic mound bulged the fabric in a way that switched his brain to a completely different track. Trousers removed, Amy started to pull down her panties. He awoke from the trance.
“Stop. Please keep them on.”
“But I need you to show me where the vaginy is.”
She shivered and looked at him pleadingly. He rose to hug her. Enjoying the heat of her body he directed her to sit next to him.
“Is it ok for me to touch you?”
She nodded, still shaking. It felt like her thighs burned his hand as he caressed her panty-covered crotch with his fingers.
“Your vagina is around here, close to your butt hole, behind the pussy lips. They are called labia. And here, more to the front, there is an extra sensitive spot, clitoris.”
He felt the little vulva up and down and lost himself in wonder. This was what he had dreaded and fantasized for as long as he could remember. It felt like he had his fingers there forever. She sat very still, eyes glued to his hand. He added a little pressure and rubbed around her clit and she let out a little whimper. He felt faint moisture seeping through the fabric as she lifted her groin against his hand. Then she pulled the panties off.
He could not touch the girl. After all that buggering in the prison, there was a good chance of him having some std. A scrape in his finger, maybe even sweat touching any private area could infect her.
He took hold of her hand and brought her index finger to her mouth. Then he knelt in front of her and guided the finger between her legs. He moved it to her vaginal entrance to catch some more lubrication, then up to the clit. Seeing her start to masturbate right in front of his eyes, he inhaled the young pussy scent so deep he got dizzy. She crouched her head low to see.
“You can use a mirror to see better. But you see how you´re getting wet and plump down here?”
“Oh yeah, like those sex pictures. Does your thing get bigger too?”
“What do you think, seeing the second most beautiful girl in the world like this?”
“Second most, what kind of… Oh, I get it! That´s kind of sweet.”
She kept diddling her little nub. He got up back to the couch and wrapped his arm around her. It hurt to tear his eyes away from that perfect pussy, but he just had to feel the touch of her hot little body.
“It felt good when you touched me there. Can you do it again?”
“I´m sorry but it would not be safe for you. You know, there are some nasty diseases that spread with intimate contact. I could have one without even knowing it. You should always use condom for protection when having sex. It prevents you getting pregnant too.”
“May I see yours?”
He had his mind so full of her sex that he had not even noticed his own erection. When he opened his fly, he found it throbbing and glistening with precum. She did not mind but bent to examine it closer.
“Wait a little. If you touch it with your hand, you can´t touch anything else with it. Certainly not your pussy or mouth.”
“Why is it all wet?”
“It´s same as pussy getting wet. It makes it easier to slide it into the vagina.”
She wrapped her fingers around the base and slid her hand up and down. Simultaneously she located her pussy hole with the tip of her finger. Looking at the digit slowly make its way in combined with stimulation to his cock made him squirm.
“Amy darling, there will be more stuff coming out just about now.”
“I know, seen it in videos. They take it in the mouth.”
“That feels great, but we can´t do it now. But I can recommend a cute boy to do it with… That did not come out sweet, I think.”
“Yeah, sounded a little creepy. But am I doing this right?”
“Oh yes, watch out.”
Terry felt himself crossing the edge. His pelvis thrust against the little hand. Amy´s head bent down, curious to see the coming eruption. He pulled her away from the line of fire and hugged her tight, inhaling her scent and basking in her heat as his climax shot sperm all over his lap and her hand.
“That was cool. Less stuff than in the videos, though.”
“I know. But as it spreads and smears all over, it feels like there´s a lot. We need to go wash.”
He ushered her to the washroom. Watching her naked butt move while recovering from his orgasm, he noticed her panties on the floor. Getting an idea, he pocketed them and followed her to make sure she washed her hands thoroughly.
He could not figure, what Chen had been up to. The ties seemed to be intact.
“You know I just want to find my kids. Please point me the right way.”
“I won´t name no names.”
“You are a father yourself. You know I won´t stop at anything.”
He placed the damp knickers on the man´s knee. How much he had turned out like his brother, using an innocent child to get to her father. He saw the moment when Chen´s nostrils widened as the musky odor reached them.
“They should have thrown away the key.”
“If I go back to her now, I might bring a little blood sample next.”
“Collins is the man you´re looking for. Your former boss.”
Terry woke up late in the afternoon. All his joints ached and as he got himself from under the covers, he felt shivering cold. Looking around, he wondered if he was still in his cell. The room was just as small and ugly, but there was a window letting some sunlight in.
He wrapped a blanket around himself and tried to get his mind up to speed. He had the flu, felt like high fever and all the nice symptoms that come with it. From a mirror on a wall, he saw his shaven head. That reminded him of Timmy visiting him in prison, and sure enough, there were similar spectacles on the bedside table. After a brief confusion of not knowing who he was, it came back to him, going to see Captain Collins as his brother last night. But before that, there had been the girl. She had been away from school yesterday, and now Terry knew why.
He was safe in this motel room. No one had seen him come in and he had checked in online with fake name. But he had already spent too much time. Chen knew all about him and Timmy, and his disguise could very well be blown by now. He knew where the children’s trail led, but if he did not move now, he would be expected. A sudden sneeze shook him and left him with a throbbing headache. He leaned against the wall holding the blanket tight and closed his eyes for a moment. Then he fell asleep.